Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.